Nancy starts fingering herself

Her hand had strayed down to her clit and Nancy had stopped caring several days ago. Fingering herself casually as she walked stark-naked through the streets, Nancy giggled to herself as she realised how far she had fallen.

Her mood grew slightly more somber as she approached the centre of town. Every morning, the Lurchers came to a halt with their various captives they had collected from the past 24 hours. All brought together, as a reminder of the new order.

Arranged in a circle and hanging from the Lurcher’s dormant tentacles, the prisoners moaned softly. Even when covered in cum and utterly fatigued, their limp bodies were still not allowed to rest. Vibrators had been shoved deep into their well-used holes to edge them and ball-gags into their mouths so that they served as a silent warning.

Submit to the Upside-Down, or else.

Bracing herself, Nancy pushed her hand up against the nearest tentacle. The slimy rope vibrated slightly in her hand and she smiled as she pressed her forehead against it. “Take me. Please.”

The Lurchers would be mostly dormant from now until sunset, but occasionally a potential victim would come along who was too juicy to resist.

Nancy laughed as the tentacles came to life at once, cooking around her and exploring her body. They flicked at her hair, then moved down to her tits, then down further still. Nancy thrashed and gasped, cumming almost instantly even while a second tendril wrapped itself between her buttcheeks to latch onto her clit as well.

Shrieking with pleasure, Nancy’s eyelids fluttered and she realised she was placed right in front of another of the prisoners.

Her brother.